Don't point your finger at me, pretending it's a gun

Don't point your finger at me, unless your finger's set on stun

Don't even look my fucking way

I know your death ray glare can kill

Turn me into stone, left here standing on my own

You write you're having fun, don't look like fun to me

You're having so much fun, don't seem like fun to me

You've got it all worked out, I've got a big white empty page

Gonna fill it up with hate, fill it up with vitriol and rage

Tried looking, not seeing anything

Tried listening, not hearing anything

Keep talking, saying nothing to me